Further Sublimation?

Thread of Moon appeared and disappeared through the clouds; it was a Mackerel Sky, with waves of cloud patterns filling the deep blue night sky.

Liang Qu sat cross-legged on a rock in the water, absorbing the lingering insights gained from Slaying the Flood Dragon, and further elaborating on his own martial arts and techniques.

The Martial Dao Talent has doubled proves that the foundation for this doubling remains unchanged; it is still the same person.

But going from one to two, and now to three, is still a huge leap. Even a slight increase would be something many people would envy. Liang Qu's talent is already quite good; if not outstanding, it's at least good. Doubling his talent would allow him to surpass most people.

Now, with three times the power, and thanks to the lingering effect of Slaying the Flood Dragon, I can even perceive how quick my mind is.

The overall planning of martial arts sparked countless ideas, and the collision of ideas outlined even more possibilities.

The whole night passed in a flash.

Sunlight pierced through the water, covering Liang Qu's eyelids and startling him from his reverie.

He came to his senses, feeling an overwhelming exhaustion. His face was completely pale, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

Tiredness, hunger, exhaustion, and a host of other negative feelings came one after another.

Mental exertion is also physical exertion, and may even be more demanding than regular physical labor.

When a person is too weak to do anything, their brain can keep working until they faint. Therefore, after each dream training session with Mirage Worm, they not only do not get rest, but they become even more tired.

The entire night of simulations and progress had taken a toll on Liang Qu's body, leaving him feeling weak and unwell.

Returning to the courtyard from the underground river, Liang Qu went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

The jars, baskets, and pots were all empty.

No, not at all.

There was no refrigerator at home, and things spoiled quickly because of the Bing Fire Day. Every day, all the vegetables we ate were fresh ones that Aunt Zhang bought that day. There was only one vat of raw rice in the kitchen, and there was no food stored at all!

Liang Qu went back to his bedroom, grabbed a few Broken Silver, and ran outside. He saw a vendor selling steamed buns passing by the door, threw out a tael of silver, and snatched the basket.

The peddler was startled when he took the silver, thinking it belonged to some starving ghost. He was greatly surprised to find it was Liang Qu.

"Master Liang! What's wrong? Oh, be careful, you'll burn yourself."

"It's nothing."

"Master Liang, would you like some water? The steamed buns are too dry. I'll get you some." The vendor took out a large porcelain bowl from another basket.

Liang Qu, biting into a steamed bun, waved his hand.

The vendor immediately ran out, and when he returned, his hand held a large white porcelain bowl filled with clear water. "The water from your well was given to me by a young man; it's clean."

Liang Qu took the bowl and drank it down in large gulps to cool down the scalding hot bun.

After finishing the drink, the vendor went to pick it up again. This time, he came back carrying a large earthenware jar, which was quite heavy. He was sweating profusely and panting heavily from the run.

Liang Qu recognized the jar as his own, presumably given to him by Fan Xinglai. He drank the cool well water and ate basket after basket, finishing both baskets completely before finally regaining his strength.

The vendor clicked his tongue at the empty bamboo basket. So many buns; anyone else would have been bursting at the seams by now.

Liang Qu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the vendor's money bag.

"I don't need you."

"Not too much, not too little, actually too much. My meat buns cost three coins each, and my vegetable buns cost two coins each. You gave me the full ounce, which is all I have on me..."

"As long as nothing is missing, there's no need to look for it."

"Thank you for your generosity Master Liang." The vendor was overjoyed and asked cautiously, "Master Liang, will you continue to eat here? If so, I'll make extra tomorrow and deliver it to your residence."

"You're quite clever," Liang Qu chuckled. "Today's situation is special, and it's not that I think your steamed buns are particularly delicious, or that I should do this or that in the future."

The vendor was slightly disappointed, but still respectfully saw Liang Qu off.

It's convenient; it sold out as soon as it came out.

The vendor happily stuffed in the silver, picked up his empty basket, and went home.

"Call!"

Liang Qu returned to the courtyard, his head feeling dizzy.

The physical hunger and thirst were mostly relieved, but the mental fatigue remained, and I was reluctant to sleep.

If I take a nap, the lingering effects of Slaying the Flood Dragon in my Sea of Consciousness will definitely dissipate significantly. But if I don't sleep, I might not be able to comprehend anything more in this state.

Liang Qu kept weighing his options, and as he pondered, he fell asleep sitting on a tree pit in the courtyard.

Fan Xinglai saw this but didn't dare to disturb them.

He heard the storyteller say that there was once an Martial Emperor, who was highly skilled in cultivation and especially good at killing people in his dreams. One of his confidants was covering him with a blanket when he was killed by the emperor with a sword in his dream. When he woke up, he was filled with remorse, wept bitterly, and gave the emperor a grand funeral.

Fan Xinglai didn't know if Liang Qu would cry for him, but he was only a teenager and hadn't gotten married yet.

Just then, the Old Monk from the West Wing came out.

Fan Xinglai forward and asked, "Master, what's wrong with my husband?"

The Old Monk shook his head. "It's nothing serious, young Benefactor, please go and continue with your work."

Fan Xinglai thanked him and went to chop grass to feed the horses.

The Old Monk scanned Liang Qu from top to bottom.

His clothes were neat and there were no wounds, so it was strange that he did not seem to have been in a fight.

You look so haggard after just one night, could it be...?

He closed his eyes to listen to the sound.

"The Primordial Yang has not been lost, how strange..."

evening.

As the sun began to set, the courtyard was bathed in a crimson glow, and the shadows of the trees fell upon Liang Qu's face.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them, facing the setting sun, and couldn't help but squint.

After a while, Liang Qu realized what had happened.

That's great, no need to choose anymore.

Closing my eyes and recalling it, the scene of the Chuan Lord Slaying Flood Dragon has indeed lost much of its charm, and many parts have become blurry.

"Unfortunately Mirage Worm cannot create dreams..."

The Chuan Lord Slaying Flood Dragon was extraordinary, and Liang Qu had long wanted to replicate it, but the Mirage Worm ultimately have their limits.

It's no problem to let it recreate a thunderous spring scene in a dream, but for the Chuan Lord Slaying Flood Dragon is truly a difficult task.

Even if you manage to imitate it, it won't capture the essence at all; it's just an empty shell, serving no purpose whatsoever.

"Something is better than nothing."

After having dinner, Liang Qu, grasping at the remaining essence of the spirit, continued to observe.

For the next few days, he stayed indoors.

I didn't report to the River Conservancy Office, nor did I go to the Martial Arts School. I just stayed at home, observing the dwindling number of remaining works.

During this time, Liang Qu made an unexpected discovery.

He's grown taller!

Previously, his height was about 5 feet 55 inches, or 1.85 meters, but now it is 5 feet 65 inches, an inch more, reaching 1.88 meters!

It's estimated that the fusion of the River Master Emperor has spurred another wave of change.

"It's almost reached the end of its growth."

When Liang Qu forged his spear, Senior Brother Lu examined its bones and determined the limit to be between five feet six and five feet seven inches.

Later, he went to a medical clinic to study medicine, and with the increase in his understanding of martial arts, he realized that his height had almost reached its limit, and he would only grow about half an inch longer.

That evening.

Beavers Otter were busy building boats, while Liang Qu was cultivating in the sunlight at the boardwalk leading from the third courtyard to the pond. His body was covered in a layer of deep, melancholy red, and his shadow stretched extremely long on the wooden planks.

As the sun sets, its red glow dims, then turns black, and night falls.

[If one obtains a wisp of Red Qi and it merges with the Marsh Essence, a Spirit Fish will be born, which can Sublimation of Favor.]

Another Red Qi! "Indeed, it takes ten days to collect one wisp."

Liang Qu's eyes gleamed.

The first Red Qi was obtained on the evening of the tenth day of the Bing Fire Day. At the same time, ten days later, it was exactly the twentieth day of the Bing Fire Day.

If it happened twice in a row, then it's no coincidence.

Unfortunately, the Bing Fire Day is about to dissipate.

Liang Qu frowned deeply.

There is only one Bing Fire Day in a year, which lasts for about twenty-three or twenty-five days.

This year I'm lucky to have encountered Three Suns in the Sky, so perhaps I can collect one strand of red qi every ten days. Otherwise, it would be one strand every twenty days. If it requires Three Suns in the Sky alignment to collect Red Qi, it would be even more unlucky, with a gap of more than twenty years between collections.

"There should be more than just Red Qi; there must be other qi as well, otherwise it would be too much of a burden."

Communicate with Ze Cauldron.

The Spirit Fish needed for the further ascension of the River Master Emperor became two, while Yinglong and Tian Wu remained one.

One wisp of Red Qi is not enough.

"Let's save them for now."

The River Master Emperor gained so much that it is unforgettable.

After dinner, Liang Qu practiced his cultivation at home.

The divine aura of the Chuan Lord Slaying Flood Dragon has vanished into nothingness; tonight may be the last night.

However, life is always full of unexpected events.

"Is there a water monster causing trouble?"

Inside the hall, Li LiBo, who had been led in by Fan Xinglai, nodded vigorously.